Nevada County picayune., 1887-09-01

relative could be more generous with her.) and Tve decided to visit Saratoga and Lake George. and all those places. And of course l shall need a maid, so you see you cal. be of service. As q servant you'll get board at half ! price, and not cost me so much; and dare say 1 can teach you to be very handy.'
 Mary Ann turned scarlet.
 "When you came to Apple Farm said she, we didn't set you to washing dishes and feeding the pigs. We were glad to see you; we gave you the best in the house aud made welcOme.''
 Emp said Miss Dickson.
 And Pm. obliged to you, all the same, cried Mary Ann, incoher- ently; but I'd rather not be hired maid at half price board to my own amt. It isn't money or second hand clothes I need so much, though I'm poor and friendless enough, Heaven knows! but it is some one to be kind to me. And you always made as if you were very fond of me when you came to Apple Farm"
 Things have changed since then," exclaimed Miss Dickson, in a towering passion.
 "They have indeed, said Mary Ann. So good bye, Aunt Polly. l dare say shall find honest work somewhere. If fnot, it won't be for lack of trying"
 And Mary Ann took the next train back to Deep George. to pour out her sorrow into the sym. pathetic ear of Mrs. Pollard, the minister's wife, who had always been her kindest ally.
 "Mother, said Rsnben Pollard, I can't stand little Mary Ann's tears. know Pm.not rich, Pve only twelve dollars week; but, living as we do. that's enough to meet our simple expenses. And 1 am twenty and Mary Ann IS sev. enteen, but we are both old enough to know our own minds. love Mary Ann, mother, and l am go. ing to tell her so."
 "And I can't find it in my heart to blame you, Reuben, said Mrs. Pollard, her own eyes sparkling through a certain mist. YOn'll have to wait awhile, my son, until you've earned enough to furnish little room for her; but, in the mean V l,ile, she is welcome to a home in the parsonagr.' Se,ns
 Miss DicksOn-the New York Mickson, with the high cheek bones, and thin, sandy hair, and the receding chin, not the Apple Farm Miss Dickson, with the blue eyes. the pink and white complex. 1 ion, and the ripe cherry of a mouth was giving audience to her dress. maker, d few days subsequently,, when the boarding house maid of all work fashion, in the corner Of her apron.
 1 "Norah, said Miss Dickson, rais ing both her hands disparingly, will you never learn that the let ters should be brought in on the little brass trayW
 , She took the letter, neverthe. less, from NOrah's grimy fingers, and tore open it's envelope.
 "Its from Mir. Capson, the New Jersey lawyer who had charge ot Aunt Zeruiah Dodds affairs, she thought. Now I shall know, from real official sources, exactly how much am worth."
 A thrill of triumph went through her heart as she prepared to pe- ruse this welcome ePistle:
 My dear Miss Dickson," it read. "I have recently learned to my great regret, that you have been informally notified, through the letters of gossiping good folks hercabouts, that you are the heir, ess of Mss Zeruiah Dodd, my late client. who is recently deceased, possessed of ninety thousand thou sand dollars, chiefly in Govern' ment bonds and reliable bond and mortgage investments. This Is an entirely gratuilious assunlption on their parts. The money was be- oueathed to Mary Ann Dickson, it is true, but it was to Mary Ann, daughter of the late Ierubbable